Amalia
He says Jyoti's name as a question, and Amalia misunderstands a moment, too accustomed to the little whale being part of her to realize that some may not know. "She's outside somewhere, enjoying the snow. I'm sure she'll be around soon." Even now she can sense the starwhale somewhere nearby, frolicking in the frigid garden, happy that the days are short and cold.The baker laughs lightly as Loren calls Ludo 'trustworthy', a wry smile on her expressive face as she shakes her head slowly. "I don't know that many would consider Ludo trustworthy," she murmurs fondly, thinking to the many tales of mischief that circle the playful god. "But I trust it nonetheless." She trusts in all of the Old Gods, has faith and some to spare. Perhaps among the more pious of the population, she is a child of darkness and flickering light, finding guidance in ideals less fallible than men.
At Loren's explanation of the magic Amalia's brow grows thoughtfully furrowed. "When we used them before - in the Spire - they just cast the magic at the item and it... remembered it, almost?" It's a poor explanation, but she doesn't truly understand it any better to explain. Sighing self-consciously the girl shrugs again, wrapping her arms around herself and chewing on her lip. "We can go out to the garden and try it, if you like. I'll just have to grab my things first."
Lightly she makes her way back again, this time swiftly ascending the stairs. When the girl returns she is heavily burdened, a cloak around her shoulders and she shield pulled over her back, though her feet remain conspicuously bare. She holds the amulet in her left hand and the luxere staff in her right, figuring he may want to see it- he seems curious enough about everything else.
As she leads the way to the garden door leopard fur blooms over her exposed skin, warmer than any winter gear, insulating and luxurious. "So tell me, Loren, since the last time we spoke- what new things have you learned?" It's a genuine question, free of any mockery, curiosity in her lilting tone as she steps out into the snow.
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
